taempath:
Taemin didn’t USUALLY find himself up at such an early hour, but the little sleep he did manage that night had been fitful ; with him tossing and turning in his sheets until finally giving up at around 4. It was then that he decided to shuffle out of bed and head towards the garden. He wasn’t entirely certain what constantly pulled him towards the direction of the greenhouse, but the nostalgic sort of comfort the sight of the various plants offered him lead him to believe that he might’ve once held a scared memory in a similar setting. The boy lets himself sink further inside his oversized hoodie the moment he steps into the enclosed area, wind pushing his blonde hair further across his forehead and momentarily blocking his vision. As his fingers push the strands away, the sound of another suddenly piques his interest. “Who’s there?” The tone of his voice is more curious than anything, gaze peeking through nearby leaves and shrubs in order to locate the sound. “Quinn?” The curiosity slowly slides into something just short of concern as he notices the other fiddling with her bracelet : what was she doing? “Couldn’t sleep. What—” he pauses, head briefly quirking over his shoulder as if to check and see if anyone was coming. “—What are you doing with your bracelet?”
to lie or not to lie? that was the question. she doubted taemin would rat her out but the braceletes were the one thing e.v.e. seemed to be overly protective about. in the end, she failed to find a reason not to tell him. “just messing with this bracelete,” but once she said that, she began to panic and eventually got ahead of herself, “i mean, i have mystechnologyis they probably expect me to play around with this. it’s not like they said i couldn’t play with it.”
